English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Cesario. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Cesario CESARIO, thy Lyre’s dulcet measure, So sweetly, so tenderly flows; That could my sad soul taste of pleasure, Thy music would soften its woes. But ah, gentle soother, where anguish Takes root in the grief-stricken heart; ’Tis the triumph […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Mrs Frances Haris’s Petition. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Mrs Frances Haris’s Petition To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a maid if it miscarries; Humble sheweth, that I went to warm myself in Lady Betty’s chamber, because I was cold; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Widow’s Home. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Widow’s Home Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell’s bosom, stands a Cot; O’ershadow’d by broad Alders. At its door A rude seat, with an ozier canopy Invites the weary traveller to rest. ’Tis a poor […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Reply to Time. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Reply to Time O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas’d down my cheek the burning tear; When sorrow chill’d each warm desire That kindles […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Mistletoe. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale) A farmer’s wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op’ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, And plighted many solemn vows, That she a faithful mate would prove, In meekness, duty, and in love! […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Hermit of Mont-Blanc. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Hermit of Mont-Blanc High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O’er-topping the grand imag’ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem’d to reign; An HERMIT’S threshold, carpetted with moss, Diversified the Scene. Above the flakes Of silv’ry snow, full many a modest […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Haunted Beach. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Haunted Beach Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter’d, A little shed uprear’d its head Though lofty Barks were shatter’d. The Sea-weeds gath’ring near the door, A sombre path display’d; And, all around, the deaf’ning roar, Re-echo’d on […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Granny Grey, a Love Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Granny Grey, a Love Tale DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass’d her busy hours away, In talking of the Men ! They were her theme, at home, abroad, At wake, and by the winter […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Fugitive. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Fugitive Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark’d with decent pride, As it would fly the busy, taunting world, And feed upon reflection. Sometimes, near The foot of an old Tree, he […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov’d so well, That folks pretend to say The silly, simple, doting Lad, Was little less than loving mad: A malady not known of […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Faded Bouquet. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Faded Bouquet FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May, And fresh it hail’d morn’s breezy hour, When ev’ry spangled leaf look’d gay, Besprinkled with the twilight show’r; When to its mossy buds so sweet, The BUTTERFLY enamour’d flew, And hov’ring o’er the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Confessor, a Sanctified Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Confessor, a Sanctified Tale When SUPERSTITION rul’d the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and but to say They were not always giv’n to pray, Would have been construed Treason. Yet some did […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Lady Acheson Weary of the Dean. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Lady Acheson Weary of the Dean The Dean would visit Market-hill; Our invitation was but slight; I said—why—Let him if he will, And so I bid Sir Arthur write. His manners would not let him wait, Lest we should think ourselves neglected, And […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest ”HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!” O, hallow’d Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron’s lays, Shall ever, ever, sacred be; Nor with’ring storm, nor woodman’s stroke, Shall […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Time. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Time CAPRICIOUS foe to human joy, Still varying with the fleeting day; With thee the purest raptures cloy, The fairest prospects fade away; Nor worth, nor pow’r thy wings can bind, All earthly pleasures fly with THEE; Inconstant as the wav’ring […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to the Rose. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to the Rose SWEET PICTURE of Life’s chequer’d hour! Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head? Tell me, oh tell me, hap’less flow’r, Is it because thy charms are fled? Come, gentle ROSE, and learn from me A lesson of Philosophy. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh Oh Sigh! thou steal’st, the herald of the breast, The lover’s fears, the lover’s pangs to tell; Thou bid’st with timid grace the bosom swell, Cheating the day of joy, the night of rest! Oh! lucid Tears! with eloquence confest, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 37. When, in the Gloomy Mansion. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 37. When, in the Gloomy Mansion When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead, This with’ring heart, this faded form shall sleep; When these fond eyes, at length shall cease to weep, And earth’s cold lap receive this fev’rish head; Envy shall turn […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 35. What Means the Mist. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 35. What Means the Mist What means the mist opaque that veils these eyes; Why does yon threat’ning tempest shroud the day? Why does thy altar, Venus, fade away, And on my breast the dews of horror rise? Phaon is false! be dim […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine, To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep; In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep, And let Erato’s hand the trophies twine. No parian marble, there, with labour’d line, Shall bid […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 34. Venus! To Thee. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 34. Venus! To Thee Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir’d, when Echo, am’rous of the strain inspir’d, Bade the wild rocks with madd’ning plaudits ring! Attend my pray’r! O! Queen of rapture! bring To […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 33. I Wake!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 33. I Wake! I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover’s breast; The softest breeze can shake the halcyon’s nest, And lightest clouds o’ercast the dawning ray! ’Twas but a vision! Now, the star of day Peers, like […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art That whispers patience to the mind’s despair! That bids reflection bathe the wounds of care, While Hope, with pleasing phantoms, soothes their smart. For mem’ry still, reluctant to depart From […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Death and Daphne. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Death and Daphne Death went upon a solemn day At Pluto’s hall his court to pay; The phantom having humbly kiss’d His grisly monarch’s sooty fist, Presented him the weekly bills Of doctors, fevers, plagues, and pills. Pluto, observing since the peace The burial […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 27. Oh! Ye Bright Stars. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 27. Oh! Ye Bright Stars Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields Of Heav’n’s empire, trembling seems to stand; ’Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland, Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields! To flames, less fierce than mine, your […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 25. Can’st Thou Forget. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 25. Can’st Thou Forget Can’st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul! Thy Sappho’s voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre! That melting ev’ry thought to fond desire, Bade sweet delerium o’er thy senses roll? Can’st thou, so soon, renounce the blest control That […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 29. Farewell, Ye Tow’ring Cedars. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 29. Farewell, Ye Tow’ring Cedars Farewell, ye tow’ring Cedars, in whose shade, Lull’d by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hover’d o’er my breast To fan my cheek, in deep’ning tints array’d; While am’rous insects, humming round me, play’d, Each […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o’er the dale Cheer’st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the smooth lake diffusing silv’ry light, Sublimely still, and beautifully pale! What can thy cool and placid eye avail, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands To AEtna’s scorching sands my Phaon flies! False Youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move, Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes, While in despair the Lesbian Sappho dies? Has […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live Why do I live to loath the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless show’rs Down my wan cheek in lucid currents stray? My tresses all abound, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 16. Delusive Hope. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 16. Delusive Hope Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed, O’er woodland glen, or breezy mountain’s head, Ling’ring to catch the parting sigh of day. Hence with thy visionary charms, away! Nor o’er my path […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 15. Now, Round My Favour’d Grot. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 15. Now, Round My Favour’d Grot Now, round my favor’d grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! to kiss his burning breast, And die, beneath the lustre of his eyes! Now, let the timbrels […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear Oh! can’st thou bear to see this faded frame, Deform’d and mangled by the rocky deep? Wilt thou remember, and forbear to weep, My fatal fondness, and my peerless fame? Soon o’er this heart, now warm with passion’s […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin On the low margin of a murm’ring stream, As rapt in meditation’s arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers stole away, While potent fancy form’d a soothing dream; O’er the Leucadian deep, a dazzling beam Shed the […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Answered Extempore by Dr. Swift. Джонатан Свифт. Ответ-экспромт доктора Свифта
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Answered Extempore by Dr. Swift We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May’st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature. Перевод на русский язык Ответ-экспромт доктора Свифта Когда придёт моя кончина, Природа будет ей причина. Тебя же, Гений Отраженья, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp Come, soft Aeolian harp, while zephyr plays Along the meek vibration of thy strings, As twilight’s hand her modest mantle brings, Blending with sober grey, the western blaze! O! prompt my Phaon’s dreams with tend’rest lays, Ere night […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 12. Now, O’er the Tesselated Pavement. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 12. Now, O’er the Tesselated Pavement Now, o’er the tessellated pavement strew Fresh saffron, steep’d in essence of the rose, While down yon agate column gently flows A glitt’ring streamlet of ambrosial dew! My Phaon smiles! the rich carnation’s hue, On his flush’d […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 7. Come, Reason, Come!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 7. Come, Reason, Come! Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev’rish soul; Come, with the magic of thy meek controul, And check the wayward wand’rings of my mind: Estrang’d from thee, no solace can I find, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 5. O! How Can Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 5. O! How Can Love O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze! E’en Fame, that cherishes the Poet’s lays, That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov’d so well. Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal spell […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail’d my breast, And Heaven relentless seal’d the harsh decree; HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress’d; To calm my rending sorrowsgave me THEE. In all the charms of innocence array’d, […]